Hello. I'm Luna, I used to have a FF account, but this is my first story on my new one. Neville/Luna (or LoveBottom) is my personal OTP, and though they're not canon in the books, I will aaalways ship them.
I'm thinking of making this into a chapter series centered around sweet wrappers... If you like it, or if you don't, please let me know.
It was over. All of it was over, and now that the adrenaline had passed, I was sitting with no food, no sleep, and no idea on where to go from here. Those who'd lost someone were mourning, people were celebrating, some sleeping on any remotely comfortable surface they could find. And I was sitting here with absolutely nothing. What would I do now? I hadn't found Luna, hadn't told her how incredible she was, how I'd do my best to fend off any damned Nargle for her. But now... She'd found me. And she sat there, her wide eyes watching me and her bird-like hands fiddling with her hair. And so much did I want to tell her. Everything. To tell her she was utterly mad, that she was the sun, the moon, to see her smile and for even just a few moments spend some time in reality here with me. But she was Luna. She glided through life with her hair blurring behind her like she was a ghost. And I was Neville Longbottom. Who stuttered and fumbled his way through reality.
So as she sat there, her silver eyes as wide as ever, I became my poor mother, and had no words. I didn't know what I felt, so I had no idea how to tell her. But... What if I had something else? I set the sword down, and reached into my pocket, taking out a sweets wrapper that my Mum'd given me just under a year before... The last time I'd seen her. It was crumpled up, and ripped, but it was something. I awkwardly began to thrust it towards Luna, before rethinking, and took a breath - then took her small, warm hand and moved it so her palm was facing upwards. Her face made it seem as though she expected me to read her palm. I placed the wrapper in her hand, and broke eye contact, faced the stone floor and wished so badly I could melt into it. There'd be a spell for that, right? There had to be... As I began wracking my brain for a spell, or for an excuse to leave or explain myself, Luna placed her hand lightly on my knee and Merlin that look on her face and she was so warm and she wasn't confused – because I was the fool – she was Luna, she would know, she always managed to know. And her tiny, tiny voice said, "I understand."